Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Now that he had me in position, Sir circled the bed, looking at me from all angles as though he himself was a Sex Pet judge. He touched me occasionally, reaching out to tweak one of my nipples or to gently tease my swollen button until I moaned and bucked my hips.
“No, no, little one.” Sir frowned at me disapprovingly. “You must hold still while the judges examine you.”
“Even if they touch my pussy?” I demanded.
“Especially if they touch your pussy,” Sir said sternly. “A good judge will want to check for wetness and depth, you know. Like this.” And he thrust two long fingers deep in my open cunt, making me moan and gasp. “No, little one—you mustn’t make a sound,” he warned me, withdrawing his fingers. “A good pet lets herself be examined and judged without a word. Now, let’s try again.”
“Yes, Sir.” I hung my head submissively and held still as he slid his long fingers deep inside me again and finger-fucked me for several moments.
“That’s good, little one,” he murmured, watching me as I held the proper Pet Position and let him fuck me. “Very good indeed. I’m extremely proud of you for opening your pussy and letting the judges test you.”
We practiced like this every day and I got better and better at holding the right position. It was poor pet performance to act out when the judges tested you, according to Sir. So I had to stay silent on my hands and knees with my thighs spread wide, not moving a muscle even when he finger-fucked me and tugged my nipples and rubbed my aching clit until I thought I would go crazy with the pleasure he was giving me.
I didn’t think my Master ever really intended to put me in a show, but making me practice as though I was going to be in one certainly made me hot. I had given up telling myself that being submissive didn’t turn me on. I had to be honest—submitting to Sir and letting him touch me however he liked made me hotter than hell and it seemed my pussy was always wet and slippery for him.
Sir took full advantage of this. He had synthesized a full set of expanders and while he didn’t make me wear them during the day, he did sometimes test my pussy with them when I was in training. Just as when he put his fingers in me, I had to remain in position and silent while he plunged bigger and bigger expanders deep in my pussy, as though he was a judge testing to see how much I could take.
“The true test of a good Sex Pet is if she can take her Master’s shaft deep in her pussy,” he would lecture me. “Sometimes during judging, the judges require the Master to step forward and prove he can fit his entire cock deep inside her.”
“They…they do?” I looked up at him uncertainly. I could just imagine myself up on a stage with a silent judge watching as Sir knelt behind me and thrust his long, thick shaft deep in my open pussy.
“Oh yes.” Sir nodded. “Sometimes he is even required to fuck her and fill her with his cream to prove she can take him to the hilt and let him breed her if he wishes to.” He shrugged. “It’s all part of Sex Pet judging, which is a long and respected tradition on my home world.”
“But…does he ever actually breed her?” I asked uncertainly. “Or does he just fuck her?”
“It depends on the wishes of the judge,” Sir told me. “But yes, sometimes breeding is required, especially in large competitions when they come to the final judging. Then, when it comes down to only two or three contestants, is when actual breeding comes into play.”
“It…it does?” I asked.
Sir nodded.
“Oh, yes, little one. Whichever pet can best hold Perfect Pet Position while she takes her Master’s cock and cream as he breeds her will be judged the winner.”
“But how can the judges tell if the Master actually bred his pet or if he only fucked her?” I asked, frowning.
“Oh, by the color of the cream in her pussy when he finishes,” Sir told me. “If it’s silver—like my precum is for you, little one—that means the Master has only fucked his pet. But if the cum in her pussy has a golden sheen when he finishes in her, then the judges know he had actually bred her and planted his seed deep in her belly.” He shrugged. “Of course, a pet is very likely to get pregnant from such a show, which will put her out of the competitive Sex Pet circuit for some time. But many Masters consider breeding their pet worth the risk in order to win a large and prestigious show.”